I am a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous. Sober, by the Grace of God, since July 24, 1984.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Peach Pie

I made peach pies on Saturday afternoon. Probably not the best thing to do on a hot day, but that is why I have AC, right? I took one of the pies to an AA activity, it was nice.

Yesterday was my race. I prayed real hard for God to stay with me to show me where I could be helpful to others and not thinking about myself. I can get really hung up on "bad performance" when I don't feel I am doing well. I have learned in AA that kind of behavior and thinking is just as self-centered as any other. There are nervous ladies all of the place in an event such as a triathlon, I just tried to be helpful to them. So most of the time I wasn't thinking about myself. And I had a great time. It was way too hot for my tastes, but it was still good.

At one point during the run, I got stuck behind some woman who was shouting what she thought was encouragement to others. In the form of "think of an ice cold margarita! think of an ice cold beer! How bout a martini!" Over and over and over again. Finally I shouted "think of a nice air conditioned AA meeting!" I don't think she cared for that, but holy cow, not everyone is motivated by thoughts of alcoholic beverages. I can't even imagine being at the end of a triathlon thinking about getting drunk?! I finally got a burst of energy and pulled away from her.

It is all good. I am out of here now to get to my 6:30 meeting... late. Oh well.

16 comments:

How much for one of those pies? I'm with you MC. I must admit that I get frustrated with all kinds of media or any group environment that all talk about rewarding themselves with a drink. That's the best they can come up with? It's so often assumed that everyone's on that train, I guess. And you know what they say about "Assume"....

I think, that FedX can send a pie down south for ya...jus' sayin'.YAHOO you told her!I'm with Scott...I'd be hollering "hey, let's all just go sit down somewhere and chit chat"Have a good Monday little ice cream sandwich.

glad you enjoyed your triathlon. your race report is quite ironic. I quit drinking so I could finish the last 6 weeks of marathon training, with the idea that I could drink at lunch after the race. didn't happen exactly that way. seems so long ago.

I saw some ripe peaches at the farmer's market Friday but I didn't buy any. I just might have to stop on the way home today!

I second So's comment on the help comment. I also so agree on the thought of drinking after a run like that. That is just gross. Cold water and Gatorade comes to mind for me! Actually probably a stretcher would be more like it, that would be from the medics that come to save me.

MC: My little sherpa. So glad you are back in the race! You kick my funny bone! Good for you for letting that woman know how ridiculous she sounded. I was worried for a time that you were running yourself silly and getting injured so much you wouldn't get to enjoy the race and we wouldn't get to hear the tales. Love you,J

That is so funny -- I would be shrieking for the stretcher and buckets of ice! Motivating anyone with promises of alcohol or junk food sounds so offkey. That peach pie on the other hand -- I could run a marathon for that!

An iceberg is what I thought of--to keep cool. Then it occurred to me that could well be a "slippery" place! So I'll go with the A/C and the meeting of Aloholics Anonymous.

God's been working overtome here at our house in SW FL. And I read He's also working in Colorado, Texas, and elsewhere. Busy Spirit! Bless all today...I guess "assume" means..Oh yeah, NOW i remember! -grin-

You and Scott W must have been on the same wave length: peach pie. Glad that you did the triathlon and that you got away from the martini/margarita/beer lady. I've read that it was nearly 100 F in Denver.

"think of a nice air conditioned AA meeting!" Now THAT is funny; she probably needed a meeting with all the drinking she was thinking about. You've got a subtle little way MC! I can just imagine...remind me not to tangle with you.